[Anne spends most of Tuesday, after the announcement, perched in the main lobby under what used to be the rules. Instead, it's been replaced by a portrait that--- wow, is that Anne in the painting? It's so weird, because there's something a little different, but it's hard to place your finger on. Anne doesn't seem to notice though, as she's eager to sit directly below it and ham up all of the attention-- anytime anyone seems to notice her, she sits up a little straighter and tries to put on the weird flat smile the portrait has. Her ego. It's amazingly large.
Towards the evening though, Anne and Tad Cooper can be found jamming invitations under people's doors. Plague or no plague, they're gonna party like it's 1539. the invitations are beautiful, just like her pic
Later still, well past her bedtime, Anne can be found outside at the cemetery, in front of Richard's grave with...]
Alright, cuz. I'm doing what you said. I'm
Burning the letters you wrote them--- [She lights a match--- and shrieks and jerks back from the burning letter that she's now dropped onto the ground. Someone stop her from burning down the opera house.]
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Towards the evening though, Anne and Tad Cooper can be found jamming invitations under people's doors. Plague or no plague, they're gonna party like it's 1539. the invitations are beautiful, just like her pic
Later still, well past her bedtime, Anne can be found outside at the cemetery, in front of Richard's grave with...]
Alright, cuz. I'm doing what you said. I'm
Burning the letters you wrote them--- [She lights a match--- and shrieks and jerks back from the burning letter that she's now dropped onto the ground. Someone stop her from burning down the opera house.]